Buddy Ebsen Mugged Me Last Night

It is true. Last night Buddy Ebsen, along with an unidentified accomplice, mugged me. Of course, I was flummoxed. As this dire event unfolded, I had to ask the man, known to most as Jed Clampett, “Why?”. After all there were two very good reasons for him not to mug me. First, he was certain to be living quite comfortably after a long and storied career in film and television. Second, he died earlier this year. When Mr. Ebsen refused to answer, I did the only thing I could … I kicked his ass.

I really felt bad as I pummelled this American icon, but what was I supposed to do? Stand by and wait for Granny to show up with the iron skillet? I had no desire to end up at the bottom of the cement pond. So, I took him down. His accomplice, who I now recall may have been Rosanne, took a beating as well but then slipped my grasp and made a hasty escape.

It is sad really. What is the world coming to when one has to defend oneself from deceased film and TV stars?

Prologue: This actually happened in a dream I had last night. I woke up and had to ask “Why Buddy Ebsen?” Then, I realized that last evening, while having dinner with some friends, they mentioned they might go to the Barnaby Coast Casino. What they actually meant was the Barbary Coast Casino. This lead to a chuckle and discussion about the Buddy Ebsen classic, Barnaby Jones. Isn’t the human mind cool? Just don’t ask me why Rosanne was there. I am not sure I want to know.